i like it dark + sweet. dirty 30s. storyteller. keanuverse, 18+ , minors DNI, primary blog @apirateslifeforme123 | A03 johnwickb1tsch. not currently taking requests.
( most y/n fics are fem gender but [attempted] no real mention of specific appearance, race, body type) ... โจ๏ธ=COMPLETE! ...best viewed with goth rave or dark mode color palette ๐คญ dividers by strangergraphics
J O H N W I C K:
BITTERSWEET - Yandere!John x fem!reader coffee shop au All Chapters โจ๏ธNOW COMPLETE!โจ๏ธ
โ Governess to Dog - a bittersweet spinoff after ch 10, total pining and fluff, sweet john, no dark stuff.
โ๏ธ AU spinoff ft Jack Traven & Tom Ludlow
โ girl, resurrected - Jack Traven x Reader AU fic alternate ending chapter 1/chapter map
you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) - John x Helen'sSister!Reader fic โ Part 1 โPart 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 A03
THE DEVILS' TRIANGLE - Tex Johnson x Reader x John Wick (x Constantine) Yandere Collab with the diabolical @treedaddymcpuffpuff & @sweetwolfcupcake *so many dead doves here be warned...* Original Imagine COVER/Chapter Map
bodyguard!Wick x shy!curvy!student!fem!Reader ficโจ๏ธ
LESSONS IN ANATOMY - a yandere art professor Wick x model muse! reader AU chapter 1/->chapter map
The One With The Hot Neighbor Who Works For The Mob... - A Friends inspired shy!Reader x John short
The Night Nurse - John x Helen - on hiatus bc my heart is fragile ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ CH 1 โ CH 2 โ CH 3 โ CH 4 โ CH 5 โ CH 6 โ CH 7 โ CH 8 CH 9. CH 10. โ A03
john wick x reader x helen threesome imagine
John x Helen'sSister!Reader Imagineโจ๏ธ
John Wick x Tarasov'sDaughter!Reader Imagineโจ๏ธ
Constantine x Reader x John Wick Imagineโจ๏ธ
Young!John Wick & Model!Reader Imagine part 1 /chapter mapโจ๏ธ
John x Wife!Reader Fix it Imagineโจ๏ธ
gentleman john wick headcanonโจ๏ธ
just a warm up drabbleโจ๏ธ
assassin!Reader x John Wick fic outline
When John Met Helen fic outline
the morning after john x shy reader drabble
J O H N C O N S T A N T I N E
THE GIRL NEXT DOOR- Constantine x Vampire!Reader (ft John Wick/BRZRKR) + Don John Fic ALL CHAPTERS โจ๏ธCOMPLETE!โจ๏ธ-- BONUS: the deleted scene
young!Constantine x witch!Reader imagine in India Pt 1
Constantine x Vampire!Reader Neighbor Imagineโจ๏ธ
D O N A K A M A R K
Sympathy for the Devil - Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic ALL CHAPTERS
rager. a donaka mark x reader x john wick oneshot. 6500 words.
business arrangement - a Donaka Mark x stripper!Reader AU - 3500 words
Donaka Mark x MartialArtist!Reader Imagine โจ๏ธ
Donaka Mark x Secretary!Reader Imagineโจ๏ธ
T O M L U D L O W
EXCESSIVE FORCE - Tom Ludlow x Nurse!Reader collab w the AMAZING @treedaddymcpuffpuff on A03!
D O N J O H N
THE BASTARD'S MISTRESS - a don John x servant!Reader ficโจ๏ธ
pirate don john imagine
J A C K T R A V E N
break me, softly - a Jack Traven x fem!NurseReader ficโจ๏ธ
see girl, resurrected above!
F R A N K
Vino Veritas - A Frank x Reader Destination Wedding Fic โจ๏ธNOW COMPLETE!๐โจ๏ธ CHAPTER MAP
see weary memory below under Nelson Moss!
K E V I N L O M A X๐ฅ
peep toe pumps - a kevin lomax x femSecretary!reader ficโจ๏ธ
P A U L S U T T O N
Andar Conmigo - A Walk in the Clouds Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John Fic Chapter Map bonus: don john's charro suit โจ๏ธcomplete!โจ๏ธ
modern au winery imagine
N E O
naughty neo x reader drabbleโจ๏ธ
T E X J O H N S O N
๐ปSmall Town Girl ~ a Tex Johnson x Reader fic (Donnie Barksdale mentioned) Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3
Vacation Flirtation - You're sitting next to Tex on a plane. It all spirals from there... โจ๏ธโจ๏ธ
D O N N I E B A R K S D A L E
US Marshall!Reader x Donnie Barksdale revenge fic snippet
S H A N E F A L C O
๐๐งโโ๏ธโตShane Falco x mermaid reader AU
C O N O R O ' N E I L
oral agreement - you make a bet w Conor drabble ๐คญ
D R. J U L I A N M E R C E R
dr. julian is your gyno romcom imagine
G A B R I E L THE A N G E L
imagine
M A R T I N L O A D E R / R I C H A R D R A M S A Y
forbidden fruit - a tune in tomorrow / the whole truth crossover
R I C H A R D R A M S A Y
the art of war - a soft yandere RR short
N E L S O N M O S S
weary memory - a Nelson Moss becomes Frank x reader amenesia trope fic
T O M M Y W A R N E C K I
the morning after x reader teenage drama oneshot
BOTS
-Donaka Mark - He's your security consultant.
-Donaka Mark - You meet on a yacht.
-Donaka Mark - He's your best friend's dad...
-Martin Loader - He wants to run away with you. (From Tune In Tomorrow)
-Dhampir John Wick (based on The Girl Next Door) He thinks you're his reincarnated wife Yelena...
jack traven x reader Bittersweet alternate ending AU. After escaping John Wick you move to L.A. Keanuverse encounters abound...(tom ludlow, donaka mark, et al.) *warnings: MDNI!!! did i mention this is a dark fic? violence. misogyny. elements of n0n-c0n, victim blaming herself (def not healthy)
27. i will show you my dark secret
You come back to the world slowly, a pounding headache drumming behind your eyes before you even dare to open them. Cautiously you peer out through your lashes; low golden light doesn't offer more shooting pain, so you blink, trying to get your bearings.
"Fuckโฆ" you groan, sitting up on your elbows, holding your head so that your brains don't slide out your ears. You're laying on some kind of long couchโthe fine upholstery is smooth and soft beneath you. Just beyond your nose you make out it's a chinoiserie print of chrysanthemums and birdsโฆyou'd like to curl up and sleep on it for a few more hours, but something tells you that would be a bad idea.
That's when you start to remember everything else.
John Wick found you.
Your whole world is going to burn.
"There she is. I was afraid my boys overdosed you. Was it necessary to give them such a hard time?"
Slowly you turn your head to find Donaka Mark seated in a carved ebony throne of a chair at the head of a long dining room table, self-satisfied as a man who has finally won a long game of chess.
"Donakaโฆyou. Fucking. Idiot."
His amusement shifts into a terrible frown, eyes narrowing to anthracite slits.
"That's not how you want to start this off, y/n."
You sit up, too fast, and the vast room spins. You brace yourself, and wonder how mad he'd be if you threw up all over his beautiful silk pillows. What the fuck did he drug you with?
You swallow back the urge to blow chunks. You can always save that for later. "I'm going to level with you," you groan, closing your eyes against another wave of nausea.
"At long last."
"I am on the run from someone."
"I know."
"He found me. Tonight. I locked him in a room at the shop, but that won't hold him for longโ"
"I know."
"What do you mean you know?"
He smirks down at you, having fun again.
"I told you I've been watching you, y/n. We noticed a new player skulking around your normal haunts a few days ago. It was obvious."
You blink, the urge to slap that smug smirk off his handsome face burning so real that you clench your fist. He knew. He knew, and he didn't tell you.
"He's a very dangerous man."
Donaka just chuckles at you. "So I hear."
"You don't understand."
"Has it occured to you that maybe you don't understand? Come eat something, I promise you'll feel better." He removes a lid from a dish to tempt you, and an amazing savory smell wafts through the room.
Shaking your head, you finally feel well enough to push to your feet. "I don't have time for this."
You make it two steps before Donaka is on you, lithe as a panther, picking you up like you weigh nothing at all. The current state of your muscle control is no match for himโgod he's a big manโhe actually laughs as you struggle, pushing against him until he plops you down in the chair next to his, pinning your hands on the arms.
"Calm. Down."
"I'm warning you, Donaka. I'm a curse you do not want a piece of. He'll kill you. He'll kill everyone here."
With a sigh Donaka picks up a set of chopsticks and expertly starts doling out bite-size tidbits onto your plate. "You do remember my business is security, sweetheart? I employ the most skilled and ruthless ex-military contractors in my personal detail. If that man comes here, he'll have a bad night."
He holds up a small dumpling to your lips in offering, and a pregnant pause weighs between you like a physical testing of wills. "Eat."
"I can't," you plead. "Please, just let me use your phone. I have to call Jackโ"
Donaka throws the chopsticks; they skitter across the fine table setting with a clang, overturning a small cloisonnรฉ enamel vase of flowers. "Jack, Jack, Jack. You are safe with me. I have delivered you from what I can only assume is your worst fear, and all you can talk about is Jack?"
"I have to go now!"
You push out your chair from the table, trying to scramble away, but he's on you again in the blink of an eye, catching you with an arm around the waist. This time he's not so gentle, slamming you down on the table and pinning you beneath him. Silverware clatters and ringsโchina shatters on the floor. You try to get your leg under his torso for leverage but he locks his lower body against yours, wedged between your legs, holding your hands over your head with a grip that makes the bones in your wrists creak. You scream and thrash and snarl against him until you physically cannot do it anymore, heaving for breath while baring your teeth.
The buttons of his shirt strain across his broad chest as it heaves, looking down at you with all the sympathy of a tiger with a tasty deer in its jaws. He smirks, assessing your disheveled state, all wild eyes and still ready to bite. His usually so carefully coiffured hair has fallen down into his eyes; they are sharp and shining as obsidian blades.
He is beautiful, and terrible, and you would stab him with a fork right now if you could only get your hand free.
As though to emphasize your defeat he deliberately grinds his hips against yours, punishing you with the hard bulge of his erection at your center.
"Creep!" you snarl, struggling again for spite, though you really are out of steam.
"You are a little fighter," he pants, short of breath from your battle. "I have to admit. This is the most fun I've had in a long time."
He shifts to hold your wrists with one massive hand, reaching down to unbuckle his belt like he has all the time in the world to play with you now. This is when you start to cry, your lips trembling as fat tears roll from the corners of your eyes. All you can think is I'm sorry, Jack. You fought as hard as you couldโฆbut you aren't strong enough to prevent this betrayal. You're afraid you'll never be able to look him in the eye again. This all flashes through your mind in a matter of seconds, this pervading feeling of defeat and treachery sinking into your bones.
"Aw, don't start crying now, you little hellion," he mocks you. "Surrender, and I'll still let you cum."
The thought twists like a vile knife in your guts.
"Donakaโฆplease don't. I know you're a better man than this," you plead, choking out your last word.
Strangely this is the thing that gives him pause, looking down at you with that timeless dark gaze that has always made you squirm. He lays his palm flat over your chest, not groping you, but to feel the hammering rhythm of your heart beneath the spread of his hand. "I'm really not, y/n. Though I might have kept up the charade for a little while longer, just for you."
"I'll hate you forever," you warn him, your words like sandpaper in your throat.
"No you won't," he scoffs. He has not taken a single word you've said tonight seriously. You wonder if he'll pay for it with his life.
"Just you wait."
"Suit yourself. I've got you where I want you now."
He goes back to his belt, flipping it free, undoing the top button of his designer slacks.
The bark of a gunshot startles both of you, plaster raining down from the ceiling.
A booming command of "FREEZE, MOTHERFUCKER!" cuts through the room, and you sag with relief, your head knocking against the table.
Jack.
He stands in the doorway with his gun drawn, your knight in shining white t-shirt.
Thank god.
He's so tall and fit and true, the veins in his arms and his neck popping with his fury. You can't hold back your sigh, even if you know you're not out of the woods yet.
Donaka doesn't even look up at first, smirking down at you. "Officer Traven. Late to the party, as usual."
"Back away with your hands on your head!"
Considering Jack has a large caliber weapon pointed at him and a look of pure murder on his handsome face, Donaka decides it might be prudent, though he still does it as though he is merely indulging the police officer's childish demands.
"How ever did you find us?"
"911 call comes in from her shop and she was missing? You were my first suspect, asshole."
"Is that why you're here alone, without backup?"
Jack just frowns, caught out that he's cowboying on this one, alone.
"Sounds like you didn't have any evidence for a warrantโฆ"
"Does it look like I need a warrant?"
"Does he even know aboutโฆ?" Donaka gives you a pointed look with a lifted brow, like not even he wants to utter the Baba Yaga's name.
"Shut up. Back away from her, slowly. No funny business. I'm itching for an excuse to shoot you."
"You won't shoot me," taunts Donaka. "You're one of the good guys, Traven."
"Not feelin' so good right now, believe me. Turn around." Jack crosses the room, gun in one hand, cuffs in the other. You gingerly push yourself off the table, standing on legs that still tremble. Donaka watches you with a smirk, and you contemplate hitting him in the face with the last remaining china plate on the table.
"You ok, baby?" There's nothing you want more than to hide in his arms right now, but you know he has his hands full.
Jack dares to glance your way while cuffing your kidnapper.
It was a mistake.
Donaka explodes into action, knocking away Jack's gun and pouncing on him. The two tumble and exchange blows like rabid dogs engaged in battle, snarling and punching. Unfortunatelyโฆthe millionaire actually knows how to fight. This is why his hands aren't soft, you think to yourself in a panic, looking around for a weapon. The gun has skittered off somewhere and the two powerful men are exchanging blows that sound like they could fell an ox. Donaka actually manages to get on top of Jack, rearing back to hit him when you pick up a very large, very old, very expensive blue and white Ming vase from a side table and crash it on Donaka's head as hard as you can.
He doesn't go down quite like you hoped he would, but the shock of it gives Jack just enough of a window to flip him. He manages to get one hand cuffed with a knee on Donaka's spine when shouts from the door fill the room.
"Freeze!"
"Get on the ground!"
Suddenly the room is filled with four security guys kitted out in full tactical gear with weapons drawn. They're Donaka's well-paid attack dogs, and you absolutely believe that they will shoot both of you with so much as a nod from Donaka.
With a hangdog look of apology that cleaves your heart Jack raises his hands, slowly dismounting from the millionaire he was trying to arrest.
Maybe Jack should have just shot him.
Furious and bloody, Donaka lands a sucker punch that makes you scream. Jack falls back as you run towards them, forgetting the guns in a very stupid moment of animal instinct to protect your mate. Perhaps it's lucky for you, that Donaka grabs you up before the guards turn you into Swiss cheese.
"Restrain him," Donaka snarls, kicking Jack in the ribs.
"Stop!" you plead, struggling in his vise-like grip, crying and carrying on like a mad woman again.
"Be still," hisses Donaka, twining your hair in his fist, pulling your head back at a merciless angle as he pins you against him.
You are so consumed with the fear of what he intends to do with Jack that you tremble like a leaf, so hopped up with adrenaline you don't even feel the pain. You realize you weren't afraid before. Not really. Not like this. Now you're ready to beg on your kneesโready to trade anything for Jack's lifeโbut you are all interrupted by a smattering of gunfire at the other side of the house. The crisp pow pow pow is unmistakeable, and you don't know if you are terrified or relieved.
"What the fuck was that?" snarls Donaka, pulling your hair as though you are personally responsible.
"We're under attack, sir. We need to evacuate you to a more secure location."
There's more gunfire, nearing closer, and with a strange sense of acceptance you just listen, knowing very well what's coming their way.
Death wears a kevlar suit, and they're about to find out he wears it well.
notes and warnings: nsfw! manipulation and dubcon! do you know who donaka mark IS?? totally fueled by this ask from a lovely nonnie and a night of unhinged chats watching MOTC with the discord girlies. y'all gotta check out @treedaddypuff 's movie night, it's so fun! @donaka-screaming , thank you for blessing us with your expert insights, your dedication to donaka is unparalleled! and @reallongwire gets full credit for inspiring the earpiece scene. you'll see what i mean...๐ 3500 words ~ divers by thecutestgrotto and leafsea ~ photos from pinterest
- You know it's a clichรฉ, but you really are stripping your way through college. You're so fucking close to finishing your degree you can taste it. One more year, and you'll get your diploma and start applying for jobs. And maybeโฆyou actually enjoy what you do. Parts of it, anyway. You like to dance. You like spinning on the pole like it's free time at recess and you can fly. So what if you're half naked? Itโs just a body, and everyoneโs got one. That's what you tell yourself, anyway, to get through the night. And maybe you do get off, a little, on shaking it in front of all those men, desired but untouchable. It feels like a bit of well-deserved revenge, but thatโs a whole bag we donโt have to unpack here.
- You've tried explaining that you're changing careers soon politely to one of your regulars, but it seems to fall on deaf ears. Sure, he tips really well, in the VIP room. And maybe you've looked at his big hands and strong body with more than strictly platonic admiration. (He obviously does something besides sit behind a desk all day). But when he tells you that you were meant for more, and that he would take such good care of you, while youโre dancing up on his solid and bespoke-suited form, you tell him sweetly you like taking care of yourself.ย
He smirks at you with those flashing dark eyes while you writhe in his lap, and he's so handsome but there is something about this man that scares you. Some deep dark instinct, left over from a time when we lived in caves and the things that went bump in the night could devour us wholeโฆthat's what you feel, when Donaka Mark looks at you.ย
Youโve devised a million ways to flirtatiously tell a man no, but you have no idea that you drive one more nail into your coffin, every time you refuse him. This is a strip club, after all, not a brothel. Youโre peddling desire here, not gratification. He seems to take it like a gentleman, but deep down? That man is plotting.ย
-So needless to say, you're a little bit fucking taken aback, when you're strong armed into the bossโs office your next shift, and accused of stealing 10 thousand dollars. โAre you fucking kidding me?โ
โI've got you on video, y/n.โ
โBullshit!โ
โIโll prove it.โ
Hank shows you the video on his computer screen, and goddamn if it doesn't look like you helping yourself to stacks of cash out of the safe. Itโs gotta be a fakeโฆbut itโs a damn good one. For crucial moments you are speechless.
โJust give it back y/n. No harm, no foul.โ
Youโre all sweetness and flirtation while you work, but there is something small and savage in you that seethes beneath your surface, and it rears its head now.ย
โI don't have 10 fucking grand. I didn't fucking steal it!โ
โSure, bitch.โ
His flunky emphasizes the epithet by cocking the hammer of a .357. A sensible firearm that can none the less make a big hole in a person. You do not like the look of it at all. You've always known, sure, that despite how high-end this club is, your boss was into some shady shit. Name a strip-joint owner who wasnโt? Butโฆwould he actually kill you?ย
You're starting to believe that he might.ย
You try to run, but you trip over your fucking heels. Donnie, the piece of shit bouncer whoโs always barging into the dressing room and gets too fucking handsy with you girls, catches you and roughs you up.ย
โNot the face!โ screams your boss. โI gotta get my money back!โ
-You're handcuffed in the office with a throbbing fucking headache when he walks in. Donaka Mark. Looking like a million bucks in one of his silk suits, all broad shoulders and big dick energy. Something softens in you, when he looks at the damage you've taken with a frown. โWhat did you do to her?โ
โHad to remind her of her place,โ answers Donnie.
Donaka meets your eyes for a bare second before punching Donnie out cold. He falls like a tree to the floor, and shaking his hand, Donaka demands, โGet those things off her. You're damaging my property.โ
With a nod from your boss one of the other bouncers scrambles to comply.
-Looking back, you canโt believe how you just let him do it. You let him bundle you outside with his suit jacket around your shoulders, his arm a steadying brace around your waist. You let him guide you into the passengerโs seat of his pretty blue Bugatti. Sure, maybe you were in a daze from the pain, and you were pretty fucking scared. But it didnโt even occur to you to question it, until he had you safely ensconced in his penthouse apartment downtown, looking over the whole city from the top of the world.
-โI didnโt do it.โ
โThe surveillance footage says otherwise.โ
โYou think I'm a thief?โ
โI think people do desperate things when they think theyโre owed.โ
He sits there in his living room in his nice suit like this is a normal business meeting, looking at you with a strangely neutral expression, save his eyes. His eyes are the shiny jet black orbs of a shark circling the reef, just waiting for his chance.ย
You're afraid you already know the answer, but you ask anyway. โWhat's going on here, Mr. Mark?โ
โI purchased your debt, y/n. With some interest.โ
โSoโฆnow I owe you ten grand I didn't steal.โ
Finally, those full lips curl in a cruel smile.ย
โNow you're getting it.โ
โThis is nuts. This is not how the world works. If he thinks I stole from him then he can have me arrested, and I get my day in court!โ
Donakaโs smirk only widens.ย
โYou have money for a lawyer then?โ
You deflate in your chair.ย
โNo.โ
โThat, my dear, is how the real world works.โ
You sit there under the searing heat of his hungry gaze, and you're afraid he's absolutely right.ย
-He doesn't pounce on you immediately. Looking backโฆnow you know it's because he loves to toy with his prey. The anticipation in the hunt is just as important as the kill. The details of a good manipulation orchestrated in perfect order are this manโs idea of foreplay.ย
He gives you some time to settle in. Not in the penthouse, that's his lair, but the apartment below it. Stillโฆyou never dreamed you could have such a view. He lets you adjust to your new surroundings. Lets you heal and pamper yourself with the huge tub and the expensive toiletries and the gourmet snacks in the pantry. Lets you go through the closet of the luxurious clothing heโs selected, running your hands lovingly over the fine fabrics, and the box of jewels on the vanity you think must be fake until you look closely at the hallmarks.ย
He takes you to dinner, and talks to you like a human being, and not like youโre just a combination of curves and angles of flesh that he finds appealing.ย ย
The first time he kisses you, with his big hand wrapped around the delicate column of your throat, your world shifts.ย
Yes, heโs a bad man, somehow both your savior and your jailer. But in a wayโฆthis relationship is one of the more honest ones youโve had with a member of the opposite sex. Thereโs no subterfuge, or so you think. The expectations and compensations are laid out with the precision of a business arrangement. For exactly one year, youโll belong to him, and all debts will be forgiven.ย
And most damningly of all, here in the real world, outside the clubโs carnival lights and atmosphere of glitter-salved flesh for saleโฆyou find you are wildly attracted to him.
-When you ask him what he does for a living and he tells you, Security, you take that to mean arranging capable men and women to bodyguard for the rich and famous. The Secret Service for hire. It doesnโt occur to you yet that he might have actually built his empire on surveillance, or that he heavily invested in the nefarious technology that can be used to create deep fake videos with anyoneโs likenessโฆ
All you know is that he's going to let you finish your degree. He's going to pay off the remainder of your student loans. He'll even pay for grad school, if youโre so inclined. The noose tightens with every temptation he offers you. Heโll open up the world for youโso long as you give him everything that he wants.ย
Heโs not an unreasonable man, he tells you in that silky tone that must charm clients and board rooms alike. All he asks is that you play his perfect little pet. If he texts you at three in the morning to come upstairs and suck his cock, you do it. If he wants you to kneel naked by his bedside for an hour while he gnashes his teeth over a report he doesnโt like so he can stare at your assโฆyou do it. And if he tells you that you can't cum for days on end while he teases you with his fingers and his tongue and a diabolical cellularly connected toy while heโs away at the officeโฆyou donโt.
-You got a little too comfortable once, lounging beside his private pool in his lap. You hadnโt seen him for over a week, heโd been gone on business, and you found yourself feeling surprisingly needy for a relationship thatโs supposed to be all business. He barely had to guide you with his hand on the back of your head down his body, youโd so missed the taste of him. Buried balls deep in the back of your throat, he has the nerve to answer a phone call on that bluetooth earpiece youโve kind of developed a complex over. And maybe it was the martini you had after dinner that fueled your temper, and definitely not the fact that youโve started to catch feelings for this man. Maybeโฆyou were just temporarily insane, when you sat up in his lap and plucked the earpiece off of him, throwing it behind you into the pool.ย
There is a savage glee in the tear of a smile he pays you, two seconds before he has you flipped over his legs and his big hand makes contact with your backside. You jump from the sting of it, struggling to get away, but he pins you easily. You canโt say you forget how strong he isโbut somehow, sometimes, it still surprises you. โThat was a very important call from China, sweetheart,โ he seethes. โYou just hung up on the Minister of Finance of the PRC.โ
He spanks you again, the sting hot and sharp on your backside, and for a few suicidal moments you sorely consider sinking your teeth into the muscle-strapped flesh of his thigh. โI haven't seen you in a week!โ you whine.ย
His fingertips ghost over the place he just struck, strangely soothing, gooseflesh erupting across your skin. โYou missed me?โ
You hate how pathetic You know you sound, when you whimper, โYes.โ
โHmm.โ He continues to pet you, and you dare to hope it's his version of an apology. You know better than to hope he'd utter the actual words aloud. However, when he tells you, โYou seem to have forgotten your manners while I was gone,โ in that certain tone of voice, you know you're still in for it. It's further confirmed when he stands with you in his arms, stalking back into the bedroom with you.ย
You guess itโs something, that he doesn't drop you onto the floor. Just the bed, and with a gimlet stare that dares you to fuck around and find out, he orders you to stay there, or else. Only the flash of a smirk as he slams the door behind him indicates that maybe he's enjoying this.ย
Well, you're not, and you curl up at the foot of his gargantuan bed feeling sorry for yourself. It's possible that there are tears stinging the corners of your eyes, but you don't let them fall. It feels like hours pass, before he returns to you. You haven't moved from the position he left you in. You do not say a word, as he approaches, nor as he stands with his arms folded, looking down at you.ย
โThat was a naughty thing you did.โ
โAre you going to hit me again?โ you grouse into the bedspread, though hardly loud enough to be considered brave.
You hate it, how his dark chuckle warms something inside you.ย
โThat wasnโt hitting,โ he assures you, though the tender flesh of your backside disagrees. โBut I thinkโฆyou've earned yourself a special little treat, with that stunt of yours.โ He caresses you from the curve of your spine to the seam of your derriere, winning an involuntary shudder that you 1000 percent wish you could take back.ย
That's how you find yourself, little by little, tied up in knots with red silk rope until you can barely move a fucking muscle. โYou like this, baby girl?โ your paramour purrs, running his hands over the rows of knots.
โNot really,โ you sigh, your head down, your ass in the air with your legs spread. You're not entirely sure you're telling the truthโand by the dark way he chuckles at you, you know that he's not either. As though to further make a fool of you, he tests your hole with two fingers, finding your treacherous liar of a cunt soaked.
โHmm.โ He follows with his mouth, and the sound you make declares you a liar indeed. The ropes somehow both constrain you and support you, as you endure the exquisite torture of his tongue on your clit. He stops just as things start to get interesting, the way you already knew he would. It doesn't stop you from crying out with protest, even if the tinniest whine.
โChanging your mind, naughty girl?โ he taunts you, standing to bracket your hips with his hands.ย
โNo.โย
He actually laughs at this, seemingly delighted. โThere's the defiant little firebrand that caught my eye at the club. I wondered where you went.โ
This gives you a moment of pause, but you donโt get much time to think about it.
He kisses your entrance with his blunt tip, teasing your saliva slicked folds before just hovering there, taunting you with the promise of that thick cock you've come to crave. You might have angled your ass even higher in offering, if you could fucking move. โYou want this, sweet girl?โ
The sound you make is closer to a growl than actual language.
โWhat was that?โ
โYes,โ you answer begrudgingly into the mattress.ย
โThen what do you say?โ
โYou've got to be kidding me.โ
โGo on, pet. I can wait all night like this.โ
The scary thing isโฆyou believe him. And you know if he leaves you tied up like this all night you will lose your fucking mind.
โIโm sorry,โ you say into the bedspread, your voice muffled.ย
โI canโt hear you.โย
You feel him tense as though to walk away, and maybe you do panic. โIโm sorry!โย
โThatโs better.โ His fingertips trace the knots down your spine. โAre you going to interrupt me while Iโm working again?โย
Oh, the litany of replies that run through your head. Then maybe donโt take a call while I have your cock in my mouth, asshole, only one of them. Youโre smart enough not to say any of them aloud.ย
โNo.โ
โGood girl.โ Youโre not proud of the moan of relief that escapes you, as he eases himself inside you, stretching your body deliciously from the inside all the way to the hilt. Your thighs quiver, your eager cunt clenching upon his thick shaft in equal parts protest and eagerness. Heโs so large itโs as though you can feel him in your lungs, your capacity for breath annihilated by the space he claims inside your body. Slowly he starts to move, and you become a drooling mess of trussed flesh and pure want beneath him, grateful there are no neighbors to disturb with your wanton cries.ย
โThis is supposed to be a punishment,โ he taunts you, his voice thick in the back of his throat, and you take some solace in the fact that heโs as affected as you are.ย ย
โConsider meโฆchastised,โ you pant breathlessly in response, winning gravely laughter and a light swat upon your behind.ย
โCheeky girl.โย
Youโre very aware of the fact that he could hurt you like this, spread wide open for his pleasure and secured in place without a defense left to your name. Yet he relishes slowly fucking your tight hole instead, teasing your clit with the slap of his balls and the light touch of his fingers, moaning with you as his swollen tip pops free of your greedy cunt and plunges inside you all over again.ย
โDo you think you deserve to cum, my little brat?โ he taunts you, and suddenly youโre so certain youโre doomed.ย
โNo,โ you sob into the cover, on the edge of despair and driven half mad by the exquisite feeling of him inside you. Heโs going to string you along for days, the way he likes to when heโs in a particularly evil mood. Oh, you just know it.ย
โThatโs right.โ He swats you again, making you clench and squirm. It tears a moan from deep in his chest you donโt think he meant to let slip. Yet you double down upon him with the strength of your walls, resigned to your doom and determined to at least make it up to him. (He has fucked your mind just as thoroughly as he fucks your body.)ย
You strain against your bonds with surprise when he reaches between your legs, and there are real tears of gratitude in your eyes when he circles your clit with his finger, slowing his stroke inside you to hit the place he knows will send you to pieces. โBut maybe Iโm feeling generous because you cry so prettily for me,โ he taunts you. โCum with me now, or not at all.โย
You know itโs no empty threat on his end, and you strain and reach with every muscle you possess to obey him as he moves inside you. You sob and moan as the sweet release takes you, that liquid gold pleasure that curls through your loins and radiates down your spine made twice as wonderful by his shuddering thrusts and his hips locking against yours, filling you with the luscious warm rush of his seed. You quiver and twitch as you come down, his huge body draping over yours.ย
His teeth grazing your shoulder wins him a defeated cry; you are resigned in that moment that every cell in your body belongs to him, and thereโs not a damn thing you can do about it.ย
-Something shifts between you, after that night. Maybe before the perfectionist in you strove to please him exactly to his direction, but you learn that acting out once in a while gives you both something you crave. You learn a lot about Donaka Mark over the course of the year. Not about his business, or his past, but about what makes that man tick. Heโs tough as nails and hard as granite, but somehow also heโs generous to no end. Thereโs always an element of manipulation to it, but sometimes, youโre just stupid enough to believe the softness for you in his gaze is real, when he slides a velvet jewelry box across the table to you at dinner, or when he wrecks you for the umpteenth time while watching you in the mirror.ย
-Maybe you never really catch on to how big of a voyeur this man is. You never realize that heโs watching you anytime he wants via the feed of several micro-cameras he has placed around your apartment. You certainly never suss out the source of that damning video that sent you running into his arms. Maybe you would have been more suspicious about it, if you had not settled into such a state of contentment with him. Youโre smart enough after the Earpiece Incident not to call it love, but youโre sad, when you think that sometime soon this wondrous thing will come to an end.ย
And yet a part of you is relievedโyou feel pieces of yourself slipping into his possession with every passing night, and you know that if you allow it to go on then someday, you will have nothing left. Itโs good that thereโs a cap on it, you reason. It makes your time with him more intense, and more precious, as the year draws to a close.ย
Oh, but you naรฏve little thing. After all this, do you really think heโll just let you walk away?ย
Kevin's eyes darkened, that familiar hungry glint returning as he looked down at you. He didn't care about the interruption; he only cared about the friction between your bodies. "Don't 'wait' me, baby," he groaned, his voice dropping into that drawl that always made your knees go weak. "It's my birthday, and you know damn well there's no better gift than you making a mess of these expensive sheets."
He didn't give you a chance to argue further. He scooped you up, your small frame feeling weightless in his powerful arms, and carried you toward the master suite. But halfway there, he paused, a devious, cocky grin spreading across his face. "Wait, hold on. I forgot the most important part of the celebration." He set you down on the edge of the bed, but instead of diving in, he hurried toward the mahogany dresser, returning a moment later with a sleek, heavy, and obscenely expensive Leica camera. He set it up on a tripod with the precision of a man closing a multi million dollar merger.
"Kevin, what on earth are you doing?" you laughed, the tension breaking into a fit of giggles as you watched him obsess over the lens settings. "We're supposed to be celebrating, not filming a documentary!"
"Shush," he commanded playfully, clicking a button and giving you a wink that was pure arrogance. "This thing cost more than most people's cars, and it's gonna capture every single beautiful, filthy inch of you. I want to see the look on your face when I'm deep inside you, in high definition. It's called documentation, sweetheart. Professionalism if you may."
